All-round mathematician

Chapter 36 When Data Applies to Basketball
After school at five o'clock, I called Yuan Wenbo, a young sportsman: "Basketball court, let's go."

"Okay, I haven't had any activities together for a month. Since the last competition, my improvement will definitely scare you to death. Don't cry when I hang up and beat you later." Yuan Wenbo was full of confidence, posing a few masculine expressions Styling shows muscle.

"I didn't hit you, Yuan Wenbo. My brother has already left the high school level. The NBA is studying how much to recruit me. Rookie, watch carefully."

The two had a routine exchange of contempt for each other, and when they came to the stadium, it was still early, and there were two groups of halves in the four venues.

Yuan Wenbo first ran back to the dormitory to get the basketball. When he arrived at the court, Yang Fan was exercising his body, punching slowly, and his movements were a bit dignified.

"Fuck, Yang Fan, you are so tall, and you know how to do Tai Chi. Isn't this an old man's old secret?"

"Young people, the so-called ginger is old and spicy. Do you think that old people who have eaten for so many years don't understand? This is a real way of health preservation, and it is very useful for mastering one's own strength." Yang Fan took off his work and took off his coat.

"Don't brag, just see the truth."

Yuan Wenbo had already changed into his turquoise jersey, and put on a defensive stance: "You serve first, I'll let you take advantage."

Yang Fan took the ball and patted it lightly with his right hand. He didn't touch it for a long time, and his hands were a little raw.And the strength increased rapidly, and I didn't master it very well. A small mistake sent the racket over the head.

Yuan Wenbo sneered: "Sure enough, he is an NBA seed who has seen the world. I was so scared that I didn't dare to approach, for fear of being hit by you with the ball."

"Don't be arrogant, I won't accept you if you want to be my direct disciple later."

Yang Fan froze and slapped on the spot for a minute, gradually getting familiar with the ball feel.

"Yang Fan, can you do it? If it's not a one-on-one, it's a foul if you shoot like this." The opponent is outside the three-point line, but they don't attack, and Yuan Wenbo and others are not bothered.

"Hey, watch it." Yang Fan took off from outside the three-point line.The data shows: the southeast wind is 2.4, the ball weighs 632 grams, the circumference is 76 centimeters, the basket is 3.05 meters from the ground... at 42 degrees, 35 cattle force is released.

Yuan Wenbo watched his opponent helplessly, and with a very standard shooting posture, he sent the ball so easily.

Swipe, the basketball is hollowed into the net.Yuan Wenbo, who was about to grab a rebound, was dumbfounded and shouted, "Fuck, don't be complacent."

This guy didn't understand yet, Yang Fan chuckled.Offensive and defensive swaps.

Yuan Wenbo dribbled the ball closer, thrusting his back inward, boom, as if hitting a wall. "Fuck, Yang Fan, you've become a pig in the hospital, you won't move if you hit me like this."

"Boy, this is called Taiji release force, also known as Zhanyi Eighteen Falls. With martial arts in my body, I have it in the world."

In the past, my body was really thin compared to what I thought it would be. Recently, I have added body attribute points, and I have mastered some kung fu skills, which are now used in basketball, such as using arms and fingers.

Yang Fan was pressing down on Yuan Wenbo like a mountain, allowing him to exert all his strength without moving a single step.

Yuan Wenbo was frightened but not flustered. When he pretended to lean back, he turned his body, held the basketball tightly with both hands, and shot.

With a swipe, a figure ejected at a faster speed, and before the basketball reached the highest point, it suddenly slapped down - covering the hot pot.

"You're doping." Yuan Wenbo caught up with the basketball and was about to hold it.

Yang Fan moved faster, passed through his armpit, hooked down, the ball was in his hands, no one guarded the inside, layup easily in three steps, and scored.

"Yuan Wenbo, you can't do it. All movements are in my eyes, and there is no secret." Yang Fan smiled confidently. There is no difference between real and fake movements in front of him, and his physical jumping ability alone suppresses him. "Fuck, scoring two goals is like that." Arrogant."

Yuan Wenbo was flustered, but his mouth refused to admit defeat.It must have been doping, and at noon, he and Xiao Hongye were making love to each other in the cafeteria, and the whole school saw it.

"Sure enough, girls can arouse enthusiasm, and getting rid of Xiao Hongye will make your hormones burst, which is not at the real level." Yuan Wenbo was indignant.

"Young man, you can't blame others for being too good, with poor vision and narrow-mindedness. Let the old driver tell you that the best MVP is not just for talking." Yang Fan shouted.

The two of them turned on the talk mode again, even if they couldn't win, they had to take advantage of it.

Yuan Wenbo attacked again, and when the two sides were about to touch each other, he shouted, "Goddess Xiao is here."

This name has been bothering me recently, Yang Fan heard it, and his movements immediately deformed.

Yuan Wenbo smiled triumphantly, bypassed his opponent, made a layup, and scored.

"Bitch, you are so despicable and shameless, I am ashamed to be with you." Yang Fan knew he had been fooled when he turned around and didn't find anyone.

"Young man, soldiers never tire of cheating. Your mind is already in turmoil. This old man is teaching you what meditation is." Yuan Wenbo yelled perversely.

"Young man, it seems that I want to teach you a lesson." On the midfield line, Yang Fan served the ball, slowly approached the inside line with the ball, shot directly from outside the three-point line, and scored.

"Damn it." Yuan Wenbo opened his mouth wide. Maybe the first time was a coincidence, and the second time was also a coincidence?

"How is it?" Yang Fan said.

"Boy, the aura of good luck is coming, there is a use for it. If you have the ability, you can shoot again. If I don't score today, I have to see how you eat soft food." Yuan Wenbo refused to give up. middle.

"Bitch, envy, jealousy and hatred are useless. You are strong only when you are strong."

Yuan Wenbo didn't blink, just stared at it desperately.

Yang Fan is very calm, the three-point line, zero angle, the first shot from the east side, brush.Hollow into the net.

"Throw the ball over."

"I don't believe it anymore, come again."

Yang Fan catches the ball, the angle is shifted by 10 degrees, continues, and hits the net.

"Throw the ball."

"Come again."

In this way, Yang Fan went from zero angle on the east side to zero angle on the west side, with a fixed frequency and a fixed standard posture, 20 three-pointers, and the ball hit the net hollow.

By the time of the tenth goal, Yuan Wenbo's three views had collapsed, and by the time of the [-]th time, he had no words.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointed at Yang Fan, and stopped talking.

Many people saw this scene, and they also felt that it was an eye-opener. There was a mysterious master in the attached middle school.

On the plastic track 20 meters away, the special students began to warm up after class, and the special sports coach, Xue Qinghe, also saw it.

"Coach, how are you?" Several special students gathered around.

"The sky is excellent. The movements are perfect, the posture is gorgeous, the three-point shooting rate is 100%, and there is no dead angle. Terrible, terrible." Xue Qinghe couldn't hide his shock, and only professionals knew the horror.

A sophomore sports student, he feels ashamed. If he plays in that game, everyone is just a runner.

"Coach, he judges players' flaws even more, so you must try again."

"If I saw it a week ago, I would pull it in without shame. Now...he is talented in the field of mathematics, and he is also extraordinary, and he is not the same as us." Xue Qinghe was in a dilemma. That person is already a treasure of the high school. The principal will never agree.

"Not necessarily, try again."

"Coach, ask again, if it doesn't work, there is no loss."

Xue Qinghe had a headache. A few students around him regarded sports as popular, but for self-entertainment. Here, it is the provincial key point, and everything is measured by grades.

"Okay, I'll ask. Don't have too much hope."

(End of this chapter)